This is a song about "Wick3d records"

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

You act like you sell records kid, you're makin me laugh

And torture me by forcing me to listen to records claiming they

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

Not now not ever

My records sell, yes sir

I rap just to pass time mat ta fact i used to sell records for a dime,

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

Check my records, i killed every single fucking objector!

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods